February 14, 2013
We held a puja for Chris this evening, at sunset, on the banks of the Ganga River (mother Ganga, throughout India, the holiest of rivers), outside the Sacha Dam Ashram in Laxman Jhula. The sun was just setting, perfectly round and glowing pink/orange/red. The air was warm and glorious, the late afternoon unusually still and quiet for India.
Chris died eight months earlier. We had spent a full week together in Rishikesh a few years back. On my return, Kai, his widow and my beloved frien, offered me some of his ashes to bring with me.